Golden hour, golden place,
I would come to look upon your face.
Darkest hour, satyr brow,
you straddle my empire waist.

Your hands trace the planes of my alien face,
your grip on my throat as we come to embrace—
how can I look at the moon in the sky
when you catch me by surprise?

With your golden eyes and satyr thighs,
your goldness, O your boldness,
your golden eyes and satyr thighs,
your goldness, O your boldness.

Golden hour, golden place,
you came to my ocean, you followed my pace.
Siren sighs ‘neath starry skies,
you kept time with my fall and my rise.

Your hands trace the planes of my alien face,
your grip on my throat as we come to embrace—
how can I look at the moon in the sky
when you catch me by surprise?

With your golden eyes and satyr thighs,
your goldness, O your boldness,
your golden eyes and satyr thighs,
your goldness, O your boldness.

I’m as fertile as silt and you move like the Nile,
you’re entirely new and I feel like a child.
Can I capture this feeling, distill it like moonshine,
keep sundrunk, close and alive?

Close and alive,
close and alive,
close and alive,
close and alive...

With your golden eyes and satyr thighs,
your goldness, O your boldness,
your golden eyes and satyr thighs,
your goldness, O your boldness.

Goldest hour, goldest place,
I would come to look upon your face.
Darkest hour, satyr brow,
I straddle your empire waist...